The Exile of Dreams is a work of prophecy. Enveloped in his aura full of storms the walker of life wanders on the roads of exile with at the bottom of his memory the heartbreaking memory of a dying homeland. Thanks to expressive and vivid images KAMANDA defines himself within the landscape that encloses him. He has become aware of his mission. He knows that he must prepare a new bed for new ideas. It is a question of leading the blind innocents of our world/Towards the single immutable light of the heart. Word of humanist of artist to the eyes of which art is not an end in itself but a way towards the others at the same time as a tool to transform the world. A poet-philosopher KAMANDA never forgets in his lucidity the reality of the forces of anguish and absurdity that never cease to work in depth the world like a yeast of misfortune in the heart of a poisoned bread. No one is innocent in the conscience of the world he notes painfully. And elsewhere: my faith of man it is the drama of the living in the nothingness. Doesn't it exist as a kind of plot of the gods against the creature? Mark Alyn.